He was so handsome.
The date had lasted for over four hours. They only left the restaurant because the server had informed them his shift was over.
Now they sat on the hood of his SUV at the prettiest mountain overlook Mikayla had ever known, flirting, laughing, and telling stupid jokes. Her heel hooked slightly in to the cuff of his jeans, rubbing suggestively as their fingers entwined and her head lay on his shoulder.
She was a hometown girl. Plenty of memories encompassed this very spot. Her first boyfriend. Her first kiss. This is the place where she'd lost her virginity, in the back of an old Chevy. The scene played through her mind and a small private smile appeared.
As the sun fell lower over the horizon, Mikayla felt a desperate pang for things not to end. Conversation had tapered off, and they had just sat quietly for a good time. Her fingers tightened in the young man's hand and she tipped her head to softly breathe in to his ear.
Colin felt a shiver down his spine as the girl's breath caressed his ear and neck. The sensation shot straight down to his groin, and a familiar tightness grew in his jeans. He shifted slightly. Several suggestive comments his date had made throughout their meeting raced through his head. She'd mentioned how long it had been since she'd had sex, and that she was sexually charged enough to power a city block. He admired how ballsy she was. And the thought of satisfying her made the Beast in him stir.
Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the ample mounds of her breasts, held in a lacy bra he'd seen snippets of all afternoon as the low v of her shirt slipped and she constantly felt the need to adjust it, pushing up her breasts as if in offer. She was at least a D cup. He liked larger, more curvy women. Especially one as intriguing as this one. He ached to wrap his lips around the pert buds of her nipples just to hear her purr.
Mikayla grew braver as her date didn't move and she pushed herself closer, sliding her fingers of her free hand over his thigh and over the bulge in his jeans. When he cleared his throat, she glanced up at him through shaded eyes. "You know you want me, Colin," she whispered against his ear, pushing her breasts against his arm.
"You have no idea," he breathed, tensing as her fingers deftly stroked him through his jeans. The Beast was wide awake now, shaking the bars of its cage to be let out. He did want her. More than anything. But he wasn't sure if she wanted what his particular tastes required. That conversation had not been had, and he wasn't willing to move forward until she knew what she was getting in to. He took a deep breath and reached to move her hand from tempting him further.
Mikayla's beautiful lips formed a perfect pout as she was denied the simple pleasure of touching him. The soft curls of her hair blew across her face in the country breeze. "You shy?" Her fingers entwined in his as she shifted herself to straddle his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs, hiking her skirt sinfully high, giving just the slightest peek of her panties beneath. They matched the bra that was now in open view, her blouse having fallen open when she moved. She pressed her body against his shamelessly, her lips finding the sweet spot just below his ear and along the chord of his neck. He groaned softly and temporarily let the sensations race through him.
That was all the invitation the Beast needed. Its cage threw open, and He gripped her by the hips, pulling her even closer. She gasped and looked in to his eyes with mild wide-eyed shock, then licked her lips and grinned.
"Not at all," he rumbled, reaching up to grip the band that held her hair in a ponytail and he pulled it free semi-roughly. He preferred a loose mane. Her hair fell to below her shoulders in soft waves. Mikayla's stilled shock wore off as his fingers worked through the curls to caress the back of her neck. She melted in to him when he drew her in to a kiss. The Beast lay barely contained beneath the surface. The kiss grew more needy, more savage. He gripped her hair and held her captive. She purred in to His lips. He could feel the heat between her legs as she ground against him.
He drew back to breathe, his heart racing, blood pumping. Mikayla looked up at him, biting her bottom lip sensually between her teeth. It was the most vulnerable she'd looked all night; her blouse pulled open, straddling his lap, her swollen lips begging him to kiss her again.
"You have no idea who I am," he ground out, very unwilling to allow this sensuous female out of his arms. He would, if she asked. But more than anything he wanted to bend her over the hood of his SUV and fuck her until she screamed. And he planned to do just that if she conceded.
She drew back slightly and tossed her head to throw her hair back over her shoulders, baring her neck and her chest. She pushed her breasts together with her upper arms and peeked up at him with a sinful smile. "No, I don't. But I want to." She sensed the Beast in him. And she wanted to feel it. She'd sensed it throughout the date. The more they talked, the more she wanted to dig beneath the surface. She knew he wasn't a run-of-the-mill man. The insistant need. The sheer dominance and take-charge in his grip and his kiss made something inside, something primal, stir awake inside of her. She ached to feel him hold her again and make her give him what he wanted. "I'm yours," she whispered as she leaned up toward his lips for another kiss. And pouted when he held back.
Colin stared at Mikayla, weighing his options. He could take her up on her offer, fuck her like he wanted to, and give the Beast everything it wanted from her, probably scare the fuck out of her, and have her run far, far away from him, and probably screw her up for any other man she may meet. Or he could take her up on her offer, and fuck her in a vanilla way, anger the Beast, and deal with the frustration of not satisfying his most primal needs. Or he could reject her and push her away. He only liked the first option.
"You have no idea what you're getting in to," he whispered. But he couldn't hold back any longer. The Beast was roaring inside. He gripped her by the hair and yanked her in to a savage kiss, raping her mouth insistantly. His free hand roamed her body as she melted in to his need, giving the Beast exactly what it wanted. She obeyed every silent command his fingers coaxed from her. His hand slid between her legs and he yanked her panties aside, sliding two fingers inside her wet cunt.
She purred into his lips as his fingers slid inside her easily and she grinded against him, pushing them deeper. Her lips hurt as he kissed her, but she didn't care. The sheer savage need between them was tangible, electric. She wanted to give him everything he desired from her. His hands demanded she obey. He wouldn't accept anything else. If she so much as went the wrong way, or pulled back when he didn't want, he'd yank her back, punishing her mouth with an even harder kiss, his tongue owning and claiming her. Her heart soared. No, Mikayla didn't know what she was getting in to, but she truly wanted to find out. She'd never felt such sureness in a man. She liked the fact that Colin knew what he wanted, and he was going to take it from her whether she obeyed or not. She knew that from his touch alone. She'd never been with a man who demanded pleasure from her before. She liked it. They were too far gone to say no. She'd said she was his. And that was all he needed. The very slight twinge of alarm arose within her gut, but she quenched it. She was going to please this man. No matter what it took.